Let's say an entire orphanages staff of nuns, that were bringing back toys at Christmastime. Well the bus gets a flat on the way there and lo and behold who's hitchhiking home from his dealers.......Ricky Williams. Well Ricky offers to yoga a new one on there ( he doesn't know how and is too stoned to figure it out, but it beats walking ) and the nuns thank him by letting him be the one to drive to the orphanage. Well Ricky's got his Santa cap on and is mowing some Christmas munchies and everything seems OK. Well a squirrel jumps across the road and Ricky decides to stop and let it pass. Well a dummy like him doesn't leave the parking break on when he goes out to shoo the little thing across and the bus promtly rolls over a cliff and the nuns all die in a fiery inferno. Well Ricky says to himself "I don't feel bad at all" and keeps hitchhiking. Two days later he's located by the cops ripped on ether and trying to relieve Hunter S. Thompson's book Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He's bankrolling it with his kids child support cheques. After a brief gunbattle Ricky is brought in, and claims he tried to perform aurvedic medicine on the nuns but the risk of harm to himself was to great to attempt it.